Xue Lingjun had known the scoundrel was shameless, but she had never expected him to be a petty villain who took advantage of her vulnerability, capable of something so utterly despicable. She forced herself to remain silent, but when Hu Xiaotian actually went on to lift her long skirt, she could no longer restrain herself. She raised her palm and swung it at his thick-skinned face.
Hu Xiaotian reacted swiftly, catching Xue Lingjun by the wrist. With a cheeky grin, he said, "Why hit me out of nowhere, Sister Jun?"
Xue Lingjun bit her alluring red lip, her lovely eyes fixed on that hateful hand of his. "What were you doing just now?"
Hu Xiaotian smiled. "I just thought we were almost at the palace and wanted to wake you up, Sister Jun."
"Excuses," Xue Lingjun said. "Why were you touching me?"
Hu Xiaotian's next words nearly made Xue Lingjun choke with fury. "A little touching won't get you pregnant. Why be so stingy?"
Only Hu Xiaotian could take liberties with someone and still sound so thoroughly justified.
When Xue Lingjun entered Tianyue Palace in her sumptuous Palace Robes, the hall fell silent in an instant. Nearly every man's gaze settled on her. The Eldest Princess of Great Yong's beauty was renowned far and wide, but only those who faced her in person could understand why countless men would willingly die beneath her pomegranate-red skirts. Xue Lingjun's beauty was nothing like the delicate grace of an orchid in a secluded valley. Hers was ardent and seductive. Her bearing was lofty, yet a soul-melting, bone-eroding allure seeped from her very marrow, easily stirring a man's desire to conquer her. Even their host, Yan Dongsheng, the King of Bohai, felt his heart flutter. Beside Xue Lingjun, all the painted beauties of his